Progress
o civilizations
o development and progress
in your rapid stride,
in your vain pride,
to vanquish the nature ,
u have robbed from man
his happiness , and pleasure
the mirth ,joy and contentment of life
have taken a flight
in a mad race to survive
the chirping of birds ,
the song of woods,
the freshness of flowers,
the springing life of spring
that the season brings
alas! they all have become the
casualty of climatic change
the nest of sparrow,
straight and narrow
hanging on a branch of tree
seldom will you get a chance to see
now seasons are grown in
flowerpots and vase
feel if you can
in your imagination and thoughts
Copyright © Sanjay Awasthi | Year Posted 2011
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